Akbar

Many centuries ago, one evening, as moon rose up in the twilight sky,
A king, beleaguered by Fate, held court inside a spacious regal tent,
somewhere in the plains of Northern India.

A fierce gust of wind suddenly blew out all the candles,
plunging the tent into darkness.

As an urgent call spread out to dispel the darkness,
a lady came in with a lamp in hand,
and set about lighting the candles one by one,
dispelling the darkness little by little.

Nimbly she moved to the king's side and then lighted the candle closest to him.
And as the light flickered between them,
for the first time in his life,
Mirza Humayun, Padshah of Hindustan set his eyes upon
the moon-faced Hamida Bano Begum,
even as her heavenly counterpart shined in the skies above in the form of a crescent. And his fate changed forever.

Thus began the story of Jalal-ud-din Muhammad Akbar - the son of these two lovers drawn together by Fate.
Akbar - who went on to become one of the biggest whirlwinds of Indian history.
And it all started just with a gust of wind,
inside a tent, somewhere in the plains of Northern India,
many centuries ago...